tamarinne

This morning, I said something to one of the cats about, "kibble in the bowl. It's like whiskey in the jar." Nothing was said for a short while, then Rick said, "you're trying to come up with lyrics, aren't you." "... maybe."

Cogitating on this over the course of the morning,

melebeth and I came up with the following foolishness.

As I was walking over the monkeys that lay sleeping, I came upon Orlando as his tail he was licking. I first produced my whisker, I then produced my talon, saying, stand and deliver for your wet food I'll be taking, ring ding ding didddle diddle ay oh... wake up the monkey oh, wake up the monkey oh, for kibble in the bowl.

As 'lando I was pouncing, well the monkeys they were wakin', Before I could forstall them by my scruff they were me shakin' I found myself across the room upon the radiator and it's there that they will find me when they're ready for me later, ring ding ding diddle diddle ay oh... wake up the monkey oh, wake up the monkey oh, for kibble in the bowl.

When the monkeys were a risin, my hunger to be slakin, I followed them to kibble and then I smelled some bacon. I was so sore excited, my little paws were twitchin, but then before I knew it I was shooed out of the kitchen, ring ding ding diddle diddle ay oh... wake up the monkey oh, wake up the monkey oh, there's kibble in the bowl.

Oh now it is late morning and the kibble I have eaten, the monkeys have had bacon and my kitty pride's been beaten. Tonight again I'll stalk them, and this time I'll remember, the devil's in the monkeys and they were deceivers ever, ring ding ding diddle diddle ay oh... wake up the monkey oh, wake up the monkey oh, there's kibble in the bowl.